Role Player's Realm Regulations for a Better Role-Playing Experience!
Role Player's Realm Regulations for a Better Role-Playing Experience!
Originally made by Tanasha of the AMP guild at www.gaiaonline.com and edited by Digital Elite and Tacitus
Welcome to the RPR! We as role-players can get frustrated when we see, new or old role-players munch, or "cheat" the role-playing system. Such as being invincible. These are the titles given to the specific types of rule-breakers, with more, in deapth (exaggerated) explainations below.
Aimbotters~ The people who never miss a single shot no matter how hard it is
Augustines~ The People who pull-in elements that were approved in an unrelated RP.
Baghdad Bobbits~ The People who arbitrarily declare themselves the winner with instant death attacks.
Batmen~ The People who use an existing persona and only RP them when it helps.
DaydreamersThe people who RP completely irrelevant things, not munching, but its annoying as hell.
Gaseous SnakesThe People who've taken actions before they start RPing.
God-Modders~ The people who can't be hit or just shrug it off
IDKFA-ers~ The people who never are without a weapon and ammo
Mcflys~ The people who do things in hindsight
Min-Maxers~ The people who 'balance' thier characters by having a massive but irrelevant weakness and massive powers.
Miss Cleos~ The people who use Out Of Character knowledge to get an edge.
Oxymorons~ The People who play as characters that are completely impossible.
Puppetmasters~ The people who RP other people's characters for them.
RevisionistsThe people who ignore or alter RPs that they don't like.
Shoe-elves~ The people who RP actions and time against others while the others aren't presant
Speedhackers~ The people who RP an absurdly time consuming sequence occuring between other people's actions.
Twinks~ The people who have absurdly strong powers.
In these examples, "A" will be our Good RPer and "B" will be our Nasty Filthy Munchkin.
Yes, they are exaggerated.
Aimbotters: Especially annoying when using NPCs, as NPCs don't get to argue about munch...
A: Three hundred seventy of my trained assassin gymnasts crest the hill, sight you, and rush toward you.
B: Luckily, I have three hundred sixty-nine bullets in my chain gun! I quickly mow them all down, each taking a single bullet to the head, and peg the last one with a rock in the sternum.
Augustines: Far, far too prevalent.
A: Given that this RP's technology base is midieval, I happily drive my cart to the market to buy some maggot-ridden meat.
B: Too late! I already got there in my Gundam and blew up everything with my insanely overpowered weapons! And don't start whining, because my Gundam's already pre-approved in the "This Is Not a Midieval Technology Base RP" thread.
Baghdad Bobbits: An advanced (or is that "degraded"?) form of Puppetmaster and Aimbotter combined.
A: I fire at the stationary target, hitting twice but missing with my remaining four rounds.
B: I get tired of your realistic RPing style and poke you in the neck, collapsing your trachea. You die writhing in torment.
Batmen: Only a few, but they're a bitch to deal with.
A: In this Fantastic Four RP, I'll be Ben, the gruff rock-man with a heart of gold.
B: I'll be Reed Richards, the living sex toy who hunts down innocent women to subdue with his incredible flexibility!
Daydreamers: Not exactly munch, per se, but it does get annoying.
A: In the middle of the intense shootout, I dash across the narrow alley, ducking and weaving in hopes to avoid getting hit. I'm unsuccessful; two bullets peg me in the shoulder, throwing me back into a Dumpster.
B: The bullets make me think back to my days as a youth, when I had to melt down tin soldiers to use as musket balls against the Redcoats... or was it redskins? I can't remember. Anyway, I had to walk uphill all three ways to school and back, running from glaciers all the while. It was torture, lemme tell ya. And then there's the story of how I met my first wife...
Gaseous Snakes: An advanced (or is that "dumb"?) form of McFlys.
A: I walk to the door and open it.
B: Being a fellow with a bit of foresight, I hooked that doorknob to a car battery an hour ago. You're thrown across the room.
Godmoders: Obvious.
A: Now that you're strapped to the end of a naval cannon, I fire it.
B: Whoosh! I nimbly dodge, somehow forgetting the fact that I'm restrained by three-hundred-pound chain!
IDKFA-ers: Most likely people attempting to emulate Solid Snake or some other cheesy spy-novel hero.
A: You're all out of ammo for all five of your Ingram submachine guns, 501!|). Since you're buck-naked, I know I can now safely step into the open and begin returning fire.
B: Ha! Little did you know, I have twelve shuriken hidden within my pubic hair!
McFlys: An all-too-common menace.
A: Ha! Now that the force field is down, I run inside your evil lair!
B: Um... um... there's also a super-secret second force field which causes you to die instantly! I just didn't say anything about it because... um... I had to do my laundry! Not because I just thought of it now! Honestly!
Min-maxers: Not a lot of those running around here, thank goodness... that's more of a DnD-style paper game issue.
A: I've successfully broken into the facility which gave you your incredibly 1337 power armor. Now I pull up the file on it. What does it say about weak points?
B: The metal of my armor is... um... allergic to praying mantis urine.
Miss Cleos: Obvious.
A: ((OOC: There's a secret switch hidden in the lamp.))
B: I suddenly think to myself-- why not check the lamp for hidden switches? Call me now for your free reading!
Oxymorons: Luckily rare.
A: I'm a farmer with a shotgun.
B: I'm a black hole which emits blinding pulses of visible light!
Puppetmasters: Another overly common occurrence.
A: I step carefully into the room, peering around for occupants.
B: Suddenly a dragon pokes you in the eye. You run screaming from the room, whereafter you go home, make a pickle sandwich, and call your mother to cry about how she ruined your life.
Revisionists: Another prevalent problem.
A: You chose the blue pill? Ooh, tough luck.
B: Red! I said red! :scream: Don't go pulling that "I can read your previous post" mind game crap, either!
Shoe elves: Pretty obvious.
A: ((OOC: Well, gotta go to bed. Big neurosurgery test tomorrow.))
B: Ho, ho, ho! Now that the loser's gone to bed, I can strap his character to a cross and peg him with rotten fruit!
Speedhackers: One of the worst we have to deal with.
A: I walk to the door and step outside.
B: Suddenly, twelve men grab you, carry you off to my secret lair in Tibet, and torture you for weeks. When you finally die from the agony, we bury you in the frozen wastes. Hundreds of years later, arhcaeologists discover your frozen body and try to determine if you're another Lucy.
Twinks: Sometimes allowed in certain RPs. If the RP isn't specifically about invincible deities and such, a simple rule is that if the strengths aren't counterbalanced with relatively equivalent weaknesses (or if the reasoning behind the phenomenal cosmic powers isn't eloquently and appropriately explained), you're dealing with a twink.
A: A punch coming, eh? Well, seeing as you're a seven-year-old child and I'm riding in a twenty-meter mecha, I won't bother dodging.
B: Fooled you! I have the power to DESTROY EVERYTHING when I punch it! I'm just like an X-Man, and therefore require you to suspend all logic when RPing with me! Oh, and I have the power to steal your girlfriend, too.
Please, when making a character, and role-playing, check this thread to make sure you don't carry one of the shameful titles, as to make the Role Player's Realm a better role-playing experience! Also I'd like to note that if one commits one of these infractions, their post can, and will likely be nixxed, meaning ignored.